"
"I'll hold on to that," said poor Poppy, "when my head's fairly
reeling. I'll clutch on to it, and hold firm. Poppy, which means a
tare, I am, to my own dear young ladies. Oh dear! oh dear! they're
calling me--it's Sarah Matilda this time. Good-bye until to-morrow,
dear Miss Primrose."
CHAPTER XXXII.
JASMINE BEGINS TO SOAR.
When Primrose went home and told her sisters and Miss Egerton what she
had done, Jasmine's eyes had grown first bright, and then misty.
"To be continual reader to Mrs. Mortlock!" she exclaimed. "Oh,
Primrose, it is an act of self-denial to you--it is, isn't it? Own at
once that you were very brave to do it, darling."
"I don't think so," said Primrose; "there may be a certain little
amount of drudgery in it, and perhaps I would rather have orders to
paint beautiful roses and lilies on china plates, but you see,
Jasmine, this work has been sent to me--I think God sent it, and I
must not refuse it because perhaps I would like something else
better."
"That's bravely spoken, Primrose," said Miss Egerton who was sitting
by, for she often spent odd half-hours with the girls. "Look at
everything in the same spirit, my love; try to see God's hand in all
the little events, and you will have a brave life and a happy one.
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